In a building in Hollywood, Asmo had just entered the premises. He looked around, observing the changes that had been made, as it had been a while since he had graced the place with his presence. The interior was a sight to behold, consisting of a stylish reception desk and two beautiful adjacent metal staircases leading to the upper floor. Flower pots were dispersed around the circular hall, meeting the two stairs. The floors and walls were adorned in a golden yellow color, giving the surroundings a bright and victorious feel.Asmo stopped being a mere spectator and walked up to the receptionist, who was a woman named Milly Gailly. She recognized him the moment she set her eyes on him. He was one of the greatest living legends she knew, a fact she could attest to herself. He had once taught her a lesson when she challenged him to an all-night stand. The pleasure and unforgettable memories she had with him made her quiver just recalling their history together.She took a while to spea

Maria was at a crossroad in her mind.She really didn't want Asmo around the kids but she knew refusing their request could manifest into a greater disaster for her.It was her birthday party alright,but she could only enjoy it, if the kids were having fun.Due to this compelling reason,she made her ultimate decision."Mr Asmo could you stay a little longer,"She said almost biting her tongue in the process.She hated the fact that she was going to let the Devil get close to a bunch of innocent kids. This was definitely a bad idea and even Asmo knew that.He was as surprised as Maria.He was expecting her to immediately correct the children that he was her boss and not her lover. Just when he thought things couldn't turn into an even more complicated situation, Maria accepted to let him stay.He felt bittersweet because it wasn't him who had won this battle.The happy unsuspecting kids did.They just facilitated the involvement of the Devil in their cheerful celebrations. Asmo turned

Asmo's hallucinations worsened as he found himself reaching for the microphone. Was he truly going to tackle this monumental question? Just as he opened his mouth to speak, he felt someone's finger gently touch his lips, jolting him back to reality.It was none other than Maria who had intervened. In a final, desperate attempt to quell the chaos surrounding her, she knew her action would suffice to silence the Devil before her and attempt to mitigate the situation.""Sister Cassandra witnessed the event and was consumed by overwhelming curiosity. Why did Maria intervene to prevent Asmo from speaking? Was she afraid of what he might reveal? This conviction led her to believe that there was more to their relationship than met the eye.Asmo was astonished that Maria's finger remained on his lips without causing any discomfort. What did this unexpected gesture signify?Realizing the growing awkwardness, Maria removed her finger and turned to face her Godmother. They had much to discuss."

On a bright and sunny afternoon in Hollywood's largest R18 film studio, a sense of anticipation hung in the air as Asmodeus, affectionately known as Asmo, the prince of lust and King of hell, strolled through the bustling corridors with his employee, the innocent young lady named Maria Ave, by his side. Unbeknownst to Maria, Asmo harbored ulterior motives for bringing her to one of his many businesses.As they entered the studio, Asmo excused himself, leaving Maria to explore the premises, while he made his way to meet the CEO, Johnny Saint. Little did Maria know that Asmo had devious plans to stage an attempted sexual assault on her, only to swoop in and save the day, reveling in the twisted satisfaction of his manipulative scheme.Asmo and Johnny engaged in a lively and brotherly banter, reminiscing about their shared history. Johnny recounted his humble beginnings as an R18 actor who aspired for more, eventually forging an unexpected friendship with the enigmatic Asmo. Their camarad

As Asmo stood in the grand kitchen of his mansion, the weight of recent events hung heavily upon him. His heart ached with the memory of Johnny's death, and the anguish threatened to overwhelm him at any moment. The sharp, acrid scent of the ingredients filled the air as he mechanically prepared the meal, his hands moving with the precision of someone on the edge of a breakdown.The once-vibrant mansion seemed to echo with emptiness, the absence of his dismissed servants a stark reminder of the irrevocable loss he had endured. Each clatter of a pot or sizzle of a pan amplified the solitude that engulfed him, and a shiver of grief ran through his body.His brothers, the very ones he was meant to rule over, lingered elsewhere in the mansion, their ominous presence a constant reminder of the fractured relationships that bound them together. Asmo's thoughts were a tumultuous storm, a maelstrom of sorrow, anger, and the burden of his newfound responsibilities.In the flickering light of th